He only lives when he lives for love...
Anything close is as good as established.
When imagining love, he's gone far enough,
but anything stolen from life is for an advantage.
Think of loving and being loved...
I swear to you, whoever you are, that it means more than anything...
It's more than us...
but it's poisonous
if it goes too far.
Think of the past and the trust,
and living with an anxiety unknown.
Think of the anger coupled with lust,
and a word that turned your world to stone.
So what about the chances of future life?
What about now and wasting time?
In his heart lies ambition and a willingness...
He hopes for recognition and the comfort of a warm caress...
But with Dreams of love and power,
he makes no sound and hides.
So he falls by the hour,
down into oblivions tide.